Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Slits,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.